Sometimes, a foster dog
comes into your life and turns all your expectations on their head. Sue was such a dog. Rescue's email asked me to foster
a dachshund mix. Then, from the pictures I was forwarded, I realized I was actually getting
what actually looked like a small Labrador. Picking her up from the rescue's
transport van I was immediately informed that she was “a handful”. Finally at
home, observing this small yet unexpectedly heavy (25lbs!) girl at play, I
wondered about her personality because the rest of her resembled a serious bodybuilder. Not stopping there with surprises,
Sue proved to be quite gentle, disarmingly affectionate, yet calm. Regularly flying up
the stairs while almost knocking me off my feet, she would then lay at the foot
of the bed, patiently waiting to be invited up. Rushing the main door to
be let out, she would then lazily sit on the mat to peacefully
observe wildlife in action. The only area of life where Sue was just Sue was
her eating. That she did with complete and utter
abandon. It was her, food, and the two had to merge together in under
4 seconds or less.

Over
the past 8 years I had fostered close to 80 young, old, huge, tiny, unkempt,
pampered, terrified, aggressive and completely neglected dogs. Only twice I was asked to take in a dog in need of regular medical treatments.

Meet
Spyke, leggy, adorable, one year-old Chihuahua mix. Somehow
in his short lifespan, he’s had a misfortune of breaking his front paw
in the most inopportune place - his “wrist”. Dogs essentially walk on their tip-toes, so this is the worst kind of injury since they constantly apply the weight on the trying to heal bone. So, similar to horses, many dogs never fully recover full use of their limbs.

I
received an urgent text message from my foster coordinator in November, asking if I could take in a dog who’ll need weekly cold laser
therapy treatments at the nearby animal hospital. Not knowing a thing about
laser therapy, much less that it comes in cold or hot varieties, I agreed to
do it as a trial run. Picking the little guy up at the following adoption event from
his previous foster, I got a crash course in dog leg injuries. Spyke came to
HART from West Virginia, where his owners dropped him at the shelter with an
already dangling front paw. Taking pity on a friendly guy, shelter's vet tech stabilized it and called several rescues. Since HART works with a
variety of veterinarians who can perform complicated surgeries, little Spyke
got a second chance at life.

It finally
happened. One of my 80 plus foster dogs has passed away. The
news came suddenly and two months after the accident, but they reached me
nonetheless. My regular readers know that I foster more than my share of
dachshunds, with little Jackie being the red standard of her proud breed. An
absolute beauty at 8 years of age, she arrived with American Kennel Club papers, which meant at
least three generations of her ancestors had their names and histories proudly inscribed
in the official books. What Jackie also came with was her heartbreak at losing
her family to unfortunate circumstances, which undoubtedly scarred and caused
her distrust of people and at times other pets.

Any yet, even
with that and an occasional very-dachshund stubborn streak, adopting her turned out to be easy.
By a total fluke, as it often happens in rescuing animals, she was seen by her
future family at a local homemade pie shop when a fellow foster brought her in
after running an errand. With her husband away on business, Jackie's future lady of the house took her
kids to the same exact shop to pass the time and enjoy the weather. Already having
a dog of their own, a sizable basset hound, who has had countless surgeries to fix
his back, this family was not looking for another dog. But seeing Jackie changed
all that in an instant.

Here we go. Another previously adopted dog has been
returned. Their reason? Pistachio is just "too shy". Thank goodness rescues
gladly take these dogs back before the "owners" think of other ways to get rid of them, as in passing it off to another family member or dumping it at
the nearby shelter. So, this adorable, unbelievably loving, but "just too shy" dog is now back.

Did you know that most
dogs are returned/given up within the first few months of their adoption. And, when it comes to the calendar, the month of March
is the worst of all. Yes, three short months after all those heart-melting Christmas decisions, the teenage versions of same
dogs and cats are brought back in numbers. The reasons are
typically the same, ranging from "we are just too busy" to "our
kid wouldn't walk/feed/clean up.” All in all, what was the peak of novelty has
become a burden, a chore. Luckily, with time, rescues do find all these
returnees new homes, but at a heavy price to regular dogs who happen to find themselves in shelters at the same time. And by regular I mean, a Chihuahua picked up after getting lost and not claimed by
its family or a Labrador Retriever, whose heartbroken owner had to
suddenly give it up because of deployment. Overfull rescues can't take them in
that week/month, so with the adoptions at their lowest, these dogs...perish. If your heart is set on getting a pet this holiday season,
please ask yourself what reasons would make you return it. This short pondering will save a life.

When it comes to reasons for give up, being a dog with medical condition is not too favorable either. HART often sees
emotionally overwhelmed families asking it to take their animals after vet bills
have become so astronomical surrendering dog/cat to the rescue (with its own vet arrangements)
is the last resort. Death in the family is another reason the dogs are let go. Earlier, I wrote about Tobe, the Spaniel mix, who found
himself passed from one family member to the other until he found me. His owner
wouldn't have dreamed of giving him up, but after she passed away of a terminal
illness, Tobe was left in the care of her son, who after months of trying to find him a home finally brought it to HART.

Having now fostered over 70 dogs, with animals of my own, I sometimes wonder why they tend to get along and if they really do?

Tippie

To a pack animal, fitting into the new environment or group must be just a stressful as the first day of school is to the average human. Only, unlike us, dogs have centuries of built in “shortcuts” to rely on in order to ease them along the process. I see them use them first hand, so I’ll share my findings with you below.

First, find out their history. Let’s take my most recent foster, Tippie. Her story is a simple one, but it will help explain her state of mind. Only 3 years old, she came to be rescued from a high kill shelter on the border of Virginia with Tennessee. A gorgeous miniature dachshund, with soulful eyes and a string of bad luck that almost got her killed, she must have gotten her start as a well-loved puppy. You can usually tell if a dog has “good” manners underneath their gruff and scared exterior.

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I tell stories about life of fostering, rescuing, and dog ownership. I take in dogs others don't want and help turn them into some of the most cherished members of someone’s family. My goal is to make you feel warm and fuzzy about the furry miracles you too might encounter in your life.